A Midwestern Eternity (it's Never Quite Velvet)

Distant voices and melodies

This quiet moment, a blessing

Memories floating, like an ocean of clouds

Across a mirror reflection, a placid lake

But even when these skies are falling

Descending in a melancholy parade

It's never quite velvet without you

The ephemeral windswept city

Of streetlights and glittering sidewalks

Haunted on this silent July evening

I dig deep down into the unguarded skin

Through the bark., limb and the tree

Counting infinite years and rings of marrow

Hollow, like these decaying brittle bones inside me

Spreading like dust over a Midwestern eternity